Monday, February 9, 2015

This is what my father said ...-

Revelation Under Water

The master's softly spoken words waftedTo the disciple's eager earsIf you are a true truth seekerThen come with me to the river Where you'll dip your head under waterAnd let me help keep you downAs long as you can.

The disciple has to but followThe master to the slippery bankMuddy and slushy: they had to hold handsTheir bare feet emittingCork-opening sounds as theirTheir heels came off the sticky ground.

Wading waist deep in waterThe disciple dipped his head And let his master place his handLightly over his headAs if to help him drown.

For long he held his breathAs the master's hand remained in its place.How could he come out of the water?What if he dies of suffocation?He recollected his yoga trainingLife after death; death after lifeHe saw the image of his motherCalling him from him somewhere farThe image of his one time loverSprang up from nowhereCome out of the water!Come into my arms!He shuddered at the thoughtOf the past rushing backHe had left all that to seekThe elusive truth slipping through his handsLike the streaming moonbeamsI can't bear it any longerAre there tears in his eyes?May be not; but he's not afraidHe has to live to search For what? The precious air...

He pushed his head out of waterAgainst the gentle pressure of hisMaster's hand; he did not need to exert Any great strength to come out.He gasped and drew in the air: longBreaths of relief, which soon turned to Bewilderment at his master’s behavior.

Smiling the master looked at his faceHe knew at once what he wanted to know"What did you want most dearlyWhen your head was under water?”The angry disciple replied, “Why air, only air".The master smiled and said, "If you desire for GodIn that way; He shall surely come to you.”